The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, 7. köideMitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... fame of Para- dise Lost , perhaps it would have been exactly the fact here stated . When did Dennis ever censure any thing , which was not praised by others ? Or , when did he ever praise any thing , which others had not either ...
... fame of Para- dise Lost , perhaps it would have been exactly the fact here stated . When did Dennis ever censure any thing , which was not praised by others ? Or , when did he ever praise any thing , which others had not either ...
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... fame or authority , they might all have been so . No person has ever undertaken to collect , in this manner , the evidences of Blackmore's celebrity ; but we venture to say , that any diligent man shall get together more persons , who ...
... fame or authority , they might all have been so . No person has ever undertaken to collect , in this manner , the evidences of Blackmore's celebrity ; but we venture to say , that any diligent man shall get together more persons , who ...
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... fame was going to be , in future ages . The first monu- ment erected to his memory , was in 1737 ; the second , in 1793.9 * South . Specm . of the later Eng . Poets , Lond . 1811 , Pref . p . 27 . † Godw . p . 264 . Todd , vol . i . p ...
... fame was going to be , in future ages . The first monu- ment erected to his memory , was in 1737 ; the second , in 1793.9 * South . Specm . of the later Eng . Poets , Lond . 1811 , Pref . p . 27 . † Godw . p . 264 . Todd , vol . i . p ...
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... fame also finds us out . ' To whom the Son of God : - Who brought me hither , Will bring me hence ; no other guide I seek . ' ' By miracle he may , ( replied the swain ) What other way I see not ; for we here Live on tough roots and ...
... fame also finds us out . ' To whom the Son of God : - Who brought me hither , Will bring me hence ; no other guide I seek . ' ' By miracle he may , ( replied the swain ) What other way I see not ; for we here Live on tough roots and ...
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... fame , On whom his leisure will vouchsafe an eye Of fond desire ? Or should she , confident , As sitting queen ador'd on Beauty's throne , Descend with all her winning charms begirt To ' enamour , ( as the zone of Venus once Wrought ...
... fame , On whom his leisure will vouchsafe an eye Of fond desire ? Or should she , confident , As sitting queen ador'd on Beauty's throne , Descend with all her winning charms begirt To ' enamour , ( as the zone of Venus once Wrought ...
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Page 262 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.
Page 259 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end, Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Page 264 - The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In scepter'd pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage.
Page 265 - And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Page 257 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid...
Page 310 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Page 288 - With her great master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Page 218 - Comus. The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold; And the gilded car of Day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream: And the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
Page 247 - But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend ; And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
Page 292 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.